he had eyes like rain & hair like waves
& a soul as vast and deep as the ocean
& a soul as vast and deep as the ocean
"I did not say hate." The alchemist corrects in a tone that's soft and understanding. "I said water under the bridge. Because you are quite right, it is not black and white." Gesturing around the Greatwood and to the shattered mirrored, Remi shrugs as well. "So it is here."
Raising his brows, the alchemist thinks carefully about the question asked of him. "When the barrier first fell...the fae wanted none of us in their village, nor their Woods. For the most part we all followed the rules with some exceptions. But it was a handful of ascended who trespassed a number of times. Who then entered the Woods, wounded a tree which the fae believed held a goddess—" It had, in fact, Remi had later learned. "—and killed a number of fae who were defending their home. Later when the fae called for justice, it was Wessex they wanted to answer for her crimes, not the ascended at large." Ruffling a hand through his curls, the alchemist closes his eyes for a moment that he might drink in the sunlight on his face. "It is a hard line, given that Wessex seems to represent the ascended in what she does, but..." Opening his eyes, he offers the other man a sharp stare. "..it was the Voice who sent the ascended into the Woods to attack the Mathair."
Picking up a bag of mirror shards and dumping them into the moss, Remi's jaw clenches at the mention of the Order. "They do, yes." He confirms with an unhappy sigh. "I am not one to weigh in on such big questions. But no, I do not think the ascended are inherently bad or evil. I have been in love with one, in the past. Another was quite literally a part of me. She is not, any longer, but she is still one of my best friends."
Raising his brows, the alchemist thinks carefully about the question asked of him. "When the barrier first fell...the fae wanted none of us in their village, nor their Woods. For the most part we all followed the rules with some exceptions. But it was a handful of ascended who trespassed a number of times. Who then entered the Woods, wounded a tree which the fae believed held a goddess—" It had, in fact, Remi had later learned. "—and killed a number of fae who were defending their home. Later when the fae called for justice, it was Wessex they wanted to answer for her crimes, not the ascended at large." Ruffling a hand through his curls, the alchemist closes his eyes for a moment that he might drink in the sunlight on his face. "It is a hard line, given that Wessex seems to represent the ascended in what she does, but..." Opening his eyes, he offers the other man a sharp stare. "..it was the Voice who sent the ascended into the Woods to attack the Mathair."
Picking up a bag of mirror shards and dumping them into the moss, Remi's jaw clenches at the mention of the Order. "They do, yes." He confirms with an unhappy sigh. "I am not one to weigh in on such big questions. But no, I do not think the ascended are inherently bad or evil. I have been in love with one, in the past. Another was quite literally a part of me. She is not, any longer, but she is still one of my best friends."
THE LULLABY
& i guess i didn't mind d r o w n i n g in him.
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
